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Paizo Blog: PaizoCon Pathfinder Society Review,
by
Joseph Caubo
my PCs found a mcguffin. what could it be?,
by
Crowe
Bronx, NY- Rogue needed for Nirmathas based PFRPG campaign,
by
IconoclasticScream
Ryan any thoughts on taming?,
by
Probitas
Paizo Blog: Pathfinder Battles Preview: Large and In Charge,
by
dgmillions
Sneak attack from Stealth RAW,
by
Benchak the Nightstalker
[UM] Walter's Guide to the Magus,
by
galahad2112
FAWTL refugee thread,
by
Gark the Goblin
Help with a rival party - creating and role-playing,
by
Jackissocool
Why all the Fighter hate?,
by
Aelryinth
Deep 6 FaWtL,
by
Bitter Thorn
Agile Maneuvers and Weapon Finesse as baseline?,
by
Cheapy
Need Help Thinking of a MacGuffin,
by
beej67
To Be or Not To Be,
by
W E Ray
Barbarian-making guide,
by
Crowe
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Amgir's "Curse of the Crimson Throne",
by
Amgir
DM Harpwizard’s Heroes of Elsir Vale OOC Discussion,
by
Tirion Jörðhár
Nightflier's Land of Ice and Blood - Game Thread,
by
nightflier
Worldwound Adventures Discussion,
by
GM_Arbiter
Dain's King Maker Chronicles Discussion,
by
Dain GM
Vampire- New York by Night,
by
Beckett
Pint-Sized Kings,
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GM Buggula
Flesh and Bone-A zombiepocalypse story Discussion,
by
Haundo
DM AK's Sargavan Saga,
by
Qhude
Team Elf in Elves versus Dwarves - Dwarves and Gnomes KEEP OUT,
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Human on Team Human
DM Bloodgargler Stolen Kingmaker,
by
Jaestra Gelabraes
Dungeon Master Heathy's Carrion Crown,
by
Castiel of Fangwood
DM Caleth's Bronze Age: An Inheritance of Dragons,
by
Orion Snow
Seeking 4-6 players for Carrion Crown PbP,
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stormraven
AZsCarrionCrown_Act:I,
by
Rhia Van der Geist
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Orcus sat on his throne
contemplating what evils to unleash
upon the weak and innocent.
He mused, scratching his belly,
and summoned his revenant minion
"yessss masther, how ssserve I?"
whispered the obsequious undead monstrosity
rasping through yellow tangled teeth
"Fetch me my experimenting hat!"
"Right away, your Infernalneth," said
the unholy undead commander Asnek.
Moments later when he returned,
Orcus was eating a pie.
A potpie of meeping ghouls.
Bring forth my wand sluggards
lest ye feel the sting
of the whip, before you
die at my wand's touch!
A multitude of skittering forms
arose from the depths of
a dark pit, with craggy
faces contorted in abject terror
, yet ready to fulfill Orcus'
every desire. Orcus giggled girlishly
, an unseemly falsetto cackling, and
, with a sweeping gesture, directed
his corpselike lackeys on to
tear the buried wand from
it's ensconcement in the thorax
of Thanshakot, an impaled Atropal.
A riot of twitching, tugging
undead fiends fed like maggots
around the beleaguered Atropal, and
a sickening bubble of corruption
burst, sending forth a sea
of a funksome yeasty venom,
and the very prize itself.
The skull-capped wand pulsed
in life suckling hues of
sickly eerie green and radiated
malign promises of eternal shadow.
Asnek cringed before its power,
but his master's command echoed
in his hollow pate, imploring
him-- crash through the Gate
so he plunged through, to
find himself in the midst
of a pentagram in blood
in the Atropal's chest cavity
where foul energies pulsed and
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